Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tin openers…….. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck u are on sunday morning. Choose sitting on the coach watching mind numbing , spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in amiserable home nothing more than an embarassement to the selfish,fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your futur. choose life. But why would i want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?